Chapter 132 He Bleeds Too
Jean could not help but recall all the moments she had shared with Dominic these past few days,
The way he looked after her, thought about her constantly. Her brother, who even now would rather sacrifice himself to ensure her escape…
Her lingers curled tighter and tighter.
Suddenly….
The black–clad men launched a surprise attack.
One of them, stationed farthest back, silently drew a sleek black pistol and took aim at the still- thinking Jean
The bullet burst forth from the barrel, carrying deadly force.
Ludwig sensed the danger almost instantly. He threw an arm around Jean and dodged to the side. But this gunman’s skill was far superior to any they had encountered before!
This was a hidden marksman. A sharpshooter.
Ludwig barely dodged in time. The bullet missed them by a hair’s breadth.
And no sooner had they evaded that deadly shot than more gunshots echoed around them in rapid succession.
The sound of bullets tearing through the air rang in her ears. Jean’s world spun.
Ludwig dragged her behind a nearby tree trunk, but then, a thick, metallic tang filled the air.
Jean’s brow furrowed. She turned toward Ludwig, her voice firm with certainty. “You’re hurt. aren’t you?”
Gunshots continued to thunder nearby.
Ludwig’s lips were pressed into a straight line, his pale face tinged with a sickly gray.
He did not answer.
From his reaction, Jean confirmed that he was injured.
Perhaps not wanting her to worry, he gave a small shake of his head, his eyes dark and steady. “Tim line.. just a graze from a bullet.”
A graze
She could see clearly that he was bleeding a lot.
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Chapter 132 He Bleeds Too
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Meanwhile, beyond the gunfire, came the heavy thuds of approaching footsteps, like death itself was drawing near.
The black–clad men were closing in. Surrounding them.
“Jean!” From where he stood, Dominic used the last of his strength to shout in her direction, “Run!”
Whether he lived or died did not matter anymore.
The torment of these past days, every near–death moment, had already made him numb to life and death.
But Jean…. she was innocent. She was dragged into all this because of him. She was still so young. She deserved to live.
And all Dominic could feel was helplessness. He could not protect her at this critical moment. He could only watch…
At the same time…
Jean’s entire body was taut, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
Beside her, Ludwig gritted through the pain, clearly still intent on fighting their way out with her.
But she stubbornly grabbed his arm.
“Don’t push yourself,” she said, her voice calm and steady. “They’ve sent more elite fighters this time, and they outnumber us. You’re injured. Your reflexes and speed are compromised.”
If Ludwig insisted on fighting now, he would only end up with more wounds, or worse, get killed by the encircling enemies.
Until today, she had always thought Ludwig was invincible.
That he would not bleed. That he could not be hurt.
But now she knew. The boy beside her was still just a boy. Flesh and blood like everyone else.
Ludwig narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low voice, “But if we do nothing… We’re as good as
dead.”
Jean patted his arm lightly, her eyes sharp and composed. “I’ll find a way.”
She clenched her fists.
Right now, she could only rely on herself.
The black–clad men had surrounded them entirely. Jean instinctively held her breath.
